Boon As Well As Curse

I went upstairs, in the dusky silent cool sky,

Dark clouds, cool breeze, and the rainy weather convulsed my heart.

A hope again arose, to feel someone’s warmness,

Who should be very close?

Hopes are just hopes, these are beautiful in the guise of hopes,

Such hopes never become true.

It has been proved since I hoped it innumerable times,

But came to nothing except false beautiful hope.

My heart is churning in pain,

Hoping for the day, that can only be hoped for.

My mind is thinking of the ways to reach a point where I can never reach.

I don’t know why the hell nature has given me such a feeling,

Which is a boon as well as a curse?

To relish the feeling one day my beloved will be in my arms is really great,

And to wait until my death for it is really not cool.